With that cursed David Bowie to keep me company, I realize it has become a bit 'serious and I swear that was not in my intentions, I want to be free of that weight as I have always tried to do, hold my sadness for me, and longing only occasionally with some new piece that tears the soul, even if the same effect could be looking for ten Friends minute, required only the audio because the damn tranny to run really irritates uncontrollably hearing, emerge in me when I hear all the bad thoughts I had in life, as when, going to school on days when it rained, I could see the worms on the steps of the subway Casalecchio and I thought, but there may be a crap like that?
But there is absolutely nothing to do because these are the things I left behind. Mica is a must lug the corpses, especially when he was beaten by force on another street.
Now my way is via Belmeloro, and so far I have not seen any worm when it rained. Not from the bestial appearance, at least, because I could not swear to those of humans.
I often think of the slave Stich. Poor thing.
But there is absolutely nothing to do because these are the things I left behind. Mica is a must lug the corpses, especially when he was beaten by force on another street.
Now my way is via Belmeloro, and so far I have not seen any worm when it rained. Not from the bestial appearance, at least, because I could not swear to those of humans.
I often think of the slave Stich. Poor thing.